The Audition(24)

Again, his fingers cup my jaw. “This is you, myshka, from earlier today.”

“You taped me? Are you going to make me listen to the entire program?”

“Yes.” His response is instantaneous. “You made five mistakes as you played your program.”

My brow furrows. I remember two. Five? I’ll need to listen to the recording to figure out where I erred.

“So,” he continues. “Your challenge, to make this game interesting, is to listen to your program, while I punish you. At the end, you can tell me where you went wrong.”

Talk about a test that’s set up perfectly for me to fail. But I don’t voice my sass. “Yes Sir,” I mutter instead.

“Spread your legs, Allie,” he orders. I obligingly move them apart, but he tsks in disapproval. “Wider.” I inch them further apart until my inner thigh muscles are screaming in protest. “Good girl.” I wonder if he’s going to buckle my legs in place as well, but he doesn’t. “Just keep them there,” he orders instead.

Oh, this is going to be hard.

A sharp swat interrupts my musings. “This is the riding crop,” Nikolai says, as he taps away at the front of my thighs. Smack, smack, smack, thwack, ouch. “You’ve felt it before, of course, but I thought I’d get you warmed up.”

I’m very, very glad that I’m blindfolded, because otherwise, there’s no way I’m going to hide the roll of my eyes.

I hear his footsteps, and trace his movements by the position in which the crop is hitting me. When he’s off to the side, he hits my fleshy mound, and I jump and move. “Back in position,” he instructs. I bite my lip and obey, the stinging impact of that blow still warm against my skin.

The pressure of the swats increase, and he hones in on the vee of my thighs, hitting me just to the side of my pussy. I groan and whimper and twitch, but I mostly stay still.

“Do you like that, myshka?” His fingers swipe through my pussy, and then, they are at my lips. I obediently clean them, sucking my juices in my mouth. “Because your pussy is telling me that it loves this.”

Yup. My body is a traitor. My pussy gushes when he wills it, and my head nods dutifully in response to his question.

Slowly, as he crops me, my mind empties. I’ve heard of the beautifully floaty sense of subspace. I’m not sure if that’s what I’m experiencing, but everything is muffled and I relax completely.

In the background, I hear Mozart. In the foreground, the steady sound of the crop striking my skin. Everything else recedes.

“Hot to the touch.” He sounds like he’s holding on to control by a mere thread, one that could snap any minute. The tips of his fingers run over the skin of my thighs. “Bright, angry red. How are you doing?”

“I like it,” I whisper. “Mark me some more.”

He growls in my ear, and nips my throat sharply. “Good girl. I think you are ready for the flogger.”

I shiver, a full body tremor that wracks through me. Nikolai is going to whip me.

“Beg for it, Allie.”

“Please,” the words fall from my lips like uncontrollable drool. “Please. I want the flogger. I want you to possess me. I want everything.”

“Then,” his voice is a dark promise, “everything you shall have.”

The flogger flicks down on my breasts, and a thousand shards of savage pain pierce my skin. As the sharp heat fades, warmth is left behind. Warmth and strange, inexplicable pleasure. “Please,” I beg again. “More.”

“Shut up, Allie,” he says indulgently, kissing my lips for a brief second. “You still need to be listening to the music.”

Right. I should pretend I’m playing his insane game, when all I’m doing is allowing myself to sink into the complete, hedonistic pleasure of this moment.

The flogger swishes from side to side, and each time it caresses my breasts, fierce ache is left behind. Fierce ache and fiery longing. The strokes move systematically down my front. My breasts, my stomach, my mound, and my aching thighs.

My legs tremble from holding my position, but I don’t move. I’m making moans and keening sounds that I’m not fully aware of. I’m in a place of perfect pleasure and if this is what punishment involves, I will be bad every single day.

When he is done, he undoes my blindfold and frees my arms, and I buckle, but his body is there to lean on. He lifts me into his arms, and I snuggle against his shoulder. “That was so nice,” I breathe. I’m aroused, and my pussy is dripping, and in a minute, I’m going to be wriggling against his body, hoping he will fuck me hard. But in the moment, I am completely content.